Thursday 31 January 2013

RAIN RAIN WASHED IT ALL AWAY


With the floods of 2011 still very fresh in our minds, most of Brisbane breathed a collective sigh of relief that the water levels did not peak as high as expected, earlier this week. However, lives were still lost and massive damage has still occurred for many.

The flooding happened as over the week-end, ex-tropical Cyclone Oswald traveled over parts of Queensland and New South WalesAustralia, causing widespread impact including severe storms, flooding, and tornadoes. Coastal regions of Queensland were the most impacted. In many places the rainfall total for January set new records.

Justin, Jarvis, and myself had gone away for the weekend to Coolum on the Sunshine Coast. There was extreme wind and rain on Sunday, but Monday and Tuesday the weather tried to confuse us by putting on a beautiful face.


 Our Resort for the long week-end.


Suffered only minor damage


Which the staff were quick to clean up


Jarvis and Justin  enjoying the pool


As there was definitely no option to go on the beach


Tamika stayed in Brisbane, so she was reporting on the damage to the house and yard. She told us that the downstairs had flooded (this happens all of the time with a heavy down-pour, but the Real Estate said there is nothing they can do for us). So when I got home I was expecting a smelly sodden mess.

Silly enough it was the damage to the garden that upset me the most, months of hard work has been washed away in one weekend. I know a lot of people have suffered much worse a fate than we have. But I am still saddened over the loss of all of that beautiful produce. 



Tomatoes got washed away


  Bok Choy and carrots did not survive.


Corn was knocked over and has since perished

Wednesday 30 January 2013

PEOPLE I MEET: EVIE


Meet my newest great niece, Miss Evie. Evie was born yesterday morning weighing a healthy 4090grams, or in old school measurement, over 9 pounds. She is a funny little thing who chatted the whole time we were up at the hospital visiting her.

Friday 25 January 2013

4/52




Every morning Jarvis and I wake up first, and pretty much every morning Jarvis tries and tries to wake up his Dad. Nothing like a good slap to the face to start your day.



There are a few, Portrait a Week options out there. A lot involve taking a portrait of your children each week. I already take 100s of photos of my children each week, so I thought I would twist the idea a little. What I never seem to get is group shots, images of the family together. Whether it is my two children, Tamika and Jarvis. Or me with the kids. Or shots of Justin and I. So I am going to challenge myself to get one image of "my family" per week.






Wednesday 23 January 2013

PEOPLE I MEET: PAPPY IN HIS DRESSING GOWN



This image should be called, People I lacked the courage to meet. I saw this elderly man sitting by himself reading the paper, outside a dodgy hotel. Just after I took the image ours eyes meet and his were filled with such sadness and loneliness. I nodded, yet lacked the courage to go and talk to him. I often wonder why his soul seemed to be filled with so much pain. 

Dear Pappy in the Dressing Gown,
I am sorry for taking your photo, yet not going over to talk to you. I do hope you found something that made you smile
Julie.


Tuesday 22 January 2013

TIME TO GIVE INSTEAD OF TAKE

I was having one of those stress bucket days. Same thing I always stress about, lack of money. But then, I read a post by one of my favourite bloggers Eden over at  edenlandand she made me  pull my head in and think about what I do have, instead of what I don’t have. After all Eden should know what she is talking about; among some of the amazing things Eden has done, in April 2012 she flew to Niger, Africa to blog about the food crisis for World Vision. Then in November Eden got to meet her sponsored child in India.


I have had the link up for World Vision sponsorship since before I had even done my first post, but I have never spoken about it before today. While I sit here in my comfortable house moaning about the lack of money that dominates my life, it is no where near the poverty that dominates many countries.

“World Vision works around the world - and in Australia too - to transform the lives of disadvantaged and at-risk children and communities. From our broad-ranging Solutions, to our work with youth, corporate and faith-based groups, World Vision is committed to the alleviation of suffering, and an end to poverty everywhere.” (Quote from the World Vision Website)

When Tamika was born I choose to sponsor a child. Even if I was a struggling single Mum I still knew I had it better than many others. I sponsored my little girl, until she became 18. I have been making a promise to myself that as soon as I get a job I am going to sponsor another child. But until then I am asking everyone out there to think about giving, whether it is child sponsorship, purchasing a World Vision gift, or donating to another charity. Do you really need that cup of coffee? How about instead you donate that $5 bucks to charity instead? After all every little bit counts. 

Monday 21 January 2013

VACANCES EN FRANCE: PARTIE A ONZE / HOLIDAYS IN FRANCE: PART ELEVEN


One Hotel Room at a Time. 

Oradour-sur-Glane, I am still at a loss as to how to express the feelings and emotions that over came me, when we visited this town. The soft light was in the golden glow of a winter afternoon. The town was almost empty bar for the three of us. Even the air seemed to have a quietness to it as we walked the town.















The Story as told by official website to the town memorial:
10th June 1944
    Towards the end of the Second World War, in a peaceful part of France, there took place the war crime of a particularly horrible murder of 642 men women and children.
    On the 10th of June 1944, a group of soldiers from the Der Führer regiment of the 2nd SS-Panzer Division Das Reich entered and then surrounded the small village of Oradour-sur-Glane, near to the city of Limoges.
    At first, they told the Mayor, Jean Desourteaux, that there was to be an identity check and that everyone must go to the Champ de Foire (fairground) whilst this took place. After rounding up all the inhabitants that they could find, the SS then changed their story from that of an identity check, to one of searching for hidden arms and explosives. The soldiers then said that whilst they searched for the arms, the women and children must wait in the church and the men in nearby barns.
    The women and children were marched off to the church, the children being encouraged by the soldiers to sing as they went. After they had left, the men were divided into six groups and led off to different barns in the village under armed guard. When the people were all safely shut away the SS began to kill them all.
    A large gas bomb, seemingly made out of smoke-screen grenades and intended to asphyxiate the occupants, was placed in the church, but it did not work properly when it went off and so the SS had to use machine guns and hand grenades to disable and kill the women and children. After they had subdued all the occupants of the church, the soldiers piled wood on the bodies, many of whom were still alive and set it on fire.
    Only one person managed to escape alive from the church and that was Madame Rouffanche. She saw her younger daughter who was sitting next to her killed by a bullet as they attempted to find shelter in the vestry. Madame Rouffanche then ran to the altar end of the church where she found a stepladder used to light the candles. Placing the ladder behind the altar she climbed up and threw herself through a window and out onto the ground some 10 feet below. As she picked herself up, a woman holding her baby tried to follow, but they were seen by the soldiers and both woman and child were killed. In spite of being shot and wounded five times, Madame Rouffanche escaped round the back of the church and dug herself into the earth between some rows of peas, where she remained hidden until late the next day.
    At the same time that the gas bomb exploded in the church, the SS fired their machine guns into the men crowded in the barns. They deliberately fired low, so that many of the men were badly wounded but not killed. The soldiers then piled wood and straw on the bodies and set it alight, many of the men thus burned to death, unable to move because of their injuries. Six men did manage to escape from Madame Laudy's barn, but one of them was seen and shot dead, the other 5 all wounded, got away under cover of darkness.
    Whilst these killings were taking place, the soldiers searched the village for any people who had evaded the initial roundup and killed them where they found them. One old invalid man was burned to death in his bed and a baby was baked to death in the local bakery ovens, other people were killed and their bodies thrown down a well. People who attempted to enter the village to see what was going on were shot dead. A local tram which arrived during the killings was emptied of passengers, who after several terrifying minutes were let go in peace.
    After killing all the villagers that they could find, the soldiers set the whole village on fire and early the next day, laden with booty stolen from the houses, they left.
    The soldiers then journeyed on up through France to Normandy and joined the rest of the German army in attempting to throw the allied invasion back into the sea. Many of them, including Sturmbannführer Adolf Diekmann, who had led the attack on Oradour-sur-Glane, were killed in the Normandy battles.

Friday 18 January 2013

3/52



Tiramisu and Jarvis.


 Tira is a crazy cat; she had a rough beginning, and has never been ‘normal’. She is the oddest cat I have ever known. Tira is such a complicated cat she could have a blog of her own, after all she does have her own Facebook page. I have never known any other cat that likes to play in the rain or wants to shower with me.  She likes to play with the dogs in the house behind us, but fights with the three legged cat next door.

She either hates people, for example will poo on the rug when Tamika’s best friend comes around, or scratch my Mother in-law every time she comes to visit. Or Tira adores you, she is all over my brother-in-law, attempting to sleep on him and cuddle him all of the time. 

With Jarvis, for Tira, it was love before he was even out of my tummy. From the moment I was pregnant (before I even knew I was) Tira slept on my tummy every night.

I was worried how Tira would be with Jarvis once he was born, but she protects him. If anyone is playing chasey with Jarvis she will attack that person. She allows Jarvis to bonk her on the head regularly with toys and never reacts. If Jarvis is having a sleep, Tira will sleep near by, as if she is guarding him. If Jarvis cries, Tira will come and head butt me in the shins, as if to let me know.

And Jarvis loves Tira, after all, his second word was cat. He even attempted to learn to walk by hanging on to Tira. 

Tira was my cat, but now she is Jarvis’s



There are a few, Portrait a Week options out there. A lot involve taking a portrait of your children each week. I already take 100s of photos of my children each week, so I thought I would twist the idea a little. What I never seem to get is group shots, images of the family together. Whether it is my two children, Tamika and Jarvis. Or me with the kids. Or shots of Justin and I. So I am going to challenge myself to get one image of "my family" per week.


Thursday 17 January 2013

HELP! MY CARROTS HAVE MUTATED


My garden has been going so well. Bok Choy, lettuce, tomatoes, even the corn is very close to being ready for eating. However, the one thing I am having no luck with is carrots. My carrots are mutated. They grow all twisted around each other. Here is a photo...



Ok, so don’t laugh at my poor carrots. Sad looking things that they are. Please give me advise! What do I do to make my carrots grow straight and not all twisted around each other? We are a house of carrot eating people. I need/want to grow my own, but these weird things would just look odd in my salad. What went wrong, can some gardening person please explain?


This image has nothing to do with carrots, I just love the pure joy on Jarvis's face when I let him play in water. Plus he is much cuter than the carrots.

Tuesday 15 January 2013

VACANCES EN FRANCE: PARTIE DIX / HOLIDAYS IN FRANCE: PART TEN

One Hotel Room at a Time. 


From a distance, Carcassonne looks like a fairy-tale medieval city. As we drove towards the castle it was bathed in sunshine and highlighted by dark clouds, La Cité, as the old walled city is known, is truly breathtaking.

Carcassonne is a fortified French town in the Aude department, of which it is the prefecture, in the former province of Languedoc. It is divided into the fortified Cité de Carcassonne and the more expansive lower city, the ville basse.

But once inside, La Cité loses its magic and mystery. No doubt that Carcassonne has many qualities as a well preserved medival city. However, because of the 3.5 million visitors annually, Carcassonne looks and feels like a tourist shopping outlet. There are only small glimpses of how amazing this place once was, it is a bit disturbing if you try to look for the more original city inside the outer walls. 







Please Note: all of the images were taken by Justin, for some reason I went on a photography hiatus and did not take any image for three days.

Monday 14 January 2013

CABOOLTURE HOSPITAL



I was floating with the whole 
human family. We were all colors -- those 
who are living now, those who have died, 
those who are not yet born. For a few
moments I floated, completely calm, 
and I no longer hated having to exist.

Saturday 12 January 2013

2/52



This image fills my heart with so much happiness, the love that Tamika has for her brother is so overwhelming

Tamika went into the cubby house with Jarvis to play with him, to keep him happy, so I could have time to fix the sewing machine. To see my 20 year old daughter folded up like Alice in Wonderland in the cubby just to make her brother happy was so beautiful. (I added the second image just so everyone could see how squished she was in there playing with him)

There are a few, Portrait a Week options out there. A lot involve taking a portrait of your children each week. I already take 100s of photos of my children each week, so I thought I would twist the idea a little. What I never seem to get is group shots, images of the family together. Whether it is my two children, Tamika and Jarvis. Or me with the kids. Or shots of Justin and I. So I am going to challenge myself to get one image of "my family" per week.



Thursday 10 January 2013

ADD EXTRA HEAT



It is official. I have gone crazy. I am baking today in the Queensland heat. But I do have a yummy morning tea as a result of my craziness. 





We had a lot of chocolate given to us over Christmas, call me a chocolate snob, but I only eat ‘good’ chocolate. So rather than waste food I have chopped up the fake ferrero rochers and marshmallows and added them to a basic biscuit recipe that I have perfected over the years. I find you can do this to an assortment of chocolates and even lollies and come up with some really yummy biscuits.

I love how the lollies and marshmallows go really gooey! Yum. Excuse me now while I eat my morning tea in the kiddie wadding pool with Jarvis. 


Wednesday 9 January 2013